This is a reproduction of a library book that was digitized by Google as part of an ongoing effort to preserve the information in books and make it universally accessible. http://books.google.com TRANSPORTATION Won* all, James /Mf aid frs of LoLOAjeL Ut AMES w. WORE.ALL PROPERTY OF ARTES SC1ENTIA VERITAS i - L ' : ^iukjtk \ :-'C ,,v23 MEMOIRS Colonel James Worrall, CIVIL ENGINEER, AN OBITUARY POSTSCRIPT BY A FRIEND. Transportation Library .W93 fib Entered according to the Act of Congress, In the year 1887, by James Parker, Jr. , In the oflioe of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, I). C. JlARUISBURO: IOS7. jianspotUUon INTRODUCTORY. Some years before Colonel Worrall's death the pres ent writer, receiving a letter from him in which certain interesting passages of his experience were narrated, made the suggestion that he should jot down from time to time, the story of his life, as-, in the event of his going first out of this world, the junior survivor would have not even material for an adequate obituary, so scanty was his knowledge of that life. He made no answer to the suggestion. After his death a packet of manuscript, addressed to the said survivor, was found amongst his papers, of which manuscript the following pages contain the substance. It required considerable editing, because of disconnection and repetitions, the author seeming never to have reviewed what he had already written. There were personals also, and em phatic forms of expression, highly characteristic, but which it seemed better to omit or to somewhat tone down. These were judged to be legitimate editorial liberties. The Memoirs, thus arranged and modified, are com mended to the acceptance of his old neighbors and his professional brethren. Home, account of my life, written by myself — a native of Ireland but a citizen of the United States of Amer ica, commencing Anno Domini 1812, ending Anno Dom ini (1885.) James Worrall. I. Some one has said that every human life, without ex ception, is a tragedy. If this be true, the record of every human life should be interesting, as all our yes terdays do but light us fools the way to dusty death ; and this constitutes tragedy. Any life story told in plain and simple terms will at tract attention, whether the hero be large in the world's view or but an unpretending unit amongst its millions. If he tells his story as he would to a dear friend, those made for friendship will hearken, will personate the character and quicken or sink at heart with his vicissi tudes. Who ever read a more interesting production than the fragment of autobiography by Benjamin Franklin? Yet every event in that story occurred be fore Franklin had became of any more importance (o o/ the world than an ordinary journeyman printer. My undertaking, then, needs no apology beforehand. If completed it may entertain an hour for few or for many. , It will at least have occupied myself, not unprofitably - I hope, and given to those nearest me a view of my life from the soul's seat that lived it which shall bespeak even from them, if it were possible, a tenderer memory. We are all, it is generally believed, descended from Adam" and one, therefore, can scarcely boast of an older family than another. Some of us, however, can trace our later lineage a few years further back than others and our very names form a kind of inferential evidence of the length of that lineage, Memoirs of Colonel James WorralL Worrall is a Norman name and it is found in Ireland, where a very considerable settlement of Normans was made not long after the Conquest. Thus Burke (de Burge), Wellesley (Wesley), De La Poor, Lorequer, Verequer and other names, seem etymologically to be long to that set. From the Worralls I came on the father's side ; but he, on the mother's side came from the Mahanys; for was not his grandfather a certain Laurence Mahany, a centenarian who sunned himself toward the latter end of the last century at the gate of Garry Owen (Owen's garden) — a sort of Vauxhall to the City of Limerick? With his long white beard he used to brush the rosy cheeks of the children, happy to sit on his lap. Of those he so sported with there may by possi bility be one or two left who can remember Daddy La, as they were wont to call him. A certain John Worrall, Tanner, married Daddy La's daughter, and she was my grandmother. The Mahanys, of the County Limerick, are as old near ly as the O'Briens and the MacNamaras, Septs that were at feud in that vicinity for ages, dating back to the old Milesian times. My father was one of the youngest of some baker's dozen of children born to John Worrall, the Tanner. The eldest son, James, became a preacher, having studied for the church, but he could not sign the Articles and became a dissenter of some respectability. He was made postmaster of Clonmel and held that place for per haps two-score years. He was nearly twenty years older than my father, who always spoke of him with respect and affection. He died at Clonmel about 1828, leaving a large family of whom I know almost nothing, but I be lieve no one of them has reason to be ashamed of his birth. Memoirs of Colonel James Worrali. My father's oldest sister, Catharine, was a woman of fine acquirements which she turned to account as the head of a boarding school in partnership with a certain Madame Laurent, in Limerick. She was known to Miss Edgeworth and respected by that lady — a respectability high enough for any one. She died a maid at a good old age. A brother of my father, William Worrali, became an Attorney or Counsellor, and lived and died in Limerick. He married into the Monsell family, a name well known there, one of whose members sat in a recent cabinet of Queen Victoria, being Postmaster General. One of that same family married a sister of my father. My father was placed in the counting-house of the well known John Connell, a great Limerick brewer, whose name used to be sung in a verse of the cele brated Garry Owen time, as thus: Johnny Connell is tall and straight, And in his limbs he is complate, He'd tire a gun of any weight From Garry Owen to Thounand Gate ; Jk^nvvet vaL a capacity that I never could understand as giving him any ascendency over his fellows, or the red end of a cigar. My father served his time at the brewery, whence he was transferred to the Branch Bank of Ireland in Lim erick. He there became, and for nine years remained, head bookkeeper. With his savings he set up for him self as a provision merchant and was at first successful- He built a large store house in William street, seven stories high, and bid fair to hold his own amongst the merchant princes of the day. But having two or three vessels containing provisions at sea. Napoleon the De stroyer, issued some decree closing continental ports Memoirs of Colonel James Worrall. against the admission of English merchandise, and pro visions being perishable, my father's ventures were con . sequently either lost or sold at such a sacrifice as obliged him to succumb. Bankruptcy changed the whole course of his life. During his prosperity he had paid a visit one summer to his brother James who at that time, was preaching in Larne Countjy Antrim. As they sat one day after dinner on the porch of the house and enjoyed the beau tiful views of that vicinity, my father, having a tele scope in hand, saw a young damsel in the distance pick ing her way from stone to stone across a brook. He immediately turned and asked his brother whether he knew the young lady. The elder took the glass and recognized one of the belles of the village, a Miss Jane Holmes, daughter to a respectable Chandler of the place. " You know the young lady !" said my father. " Very well !" said James. " Then you know my wife that is to be, and you must forthwith introduce me." The in troduction took place and marriage was the result. Thus I find myself connected with the Normans, the Mile sians and the Scotch-Irish ; for that little place, Larne. and its County Antrim have produced the elite of the Scotch-Irish blood. Hence came the Browns (Brown Bros, of Liverpool and Philadelphia), the McCalmonts. the Stewarts, the McHenrys, the Andrew Jacksons (Carrick Fergus), the Leslies — the interior of Pennsyl vania has still many of these names — theOlasgows, the Kirkes and others with. whom these Holmes' were con nected by marriage or by blood. My father took Miss Jane Holmes to Limerick as his wife and there lived happily, blessed with many chil dren. I can say blessed truly, without including myself, for I have never known a family in which there was. Memoirs of Colonel James Worrall. 9 truer affection between parents and children. Four were born before I came into the world, three daugh ters and a son ; the son just one year before myself, but he died a few weeks after seeing the light, and I took his place to struggle at least as far as the grand climac teric, this present 1874 being my sixty-third year of ex istence. There were eleven of us altogether, three of whom died in infancy.